The hostess is pacing the stage from side to side, looking into the eyes of every spectator in tun.

"Who will be next? Who is going to add another restraining device to our lovely escape artist?" she was asking to the audience in various ways, teasing them, begging them, commanding them. But when, after five minutes, nobody had volunteered to come back on stage, she had to admit that the bondage part of the show was over. She looked at the tightly bound girl hanging from the ceiling and grinned. That should be enough anyway she thought.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I now declare the bondage finished. We'll now let our heroin, our fantastic escape artist do her job: free herself! Behind me you can see a big timer. Miss Pan Teer will now have six hours to break free from ALL her restraints. If she fails to remove even one, her challenge will be considered a failure and she will stay with us for more hours of humiliation and pain for her, and excitement and fun for YOUUUUUU!"

"Have you understood, Miss Pan Teer?" she asked to Felina. The bound girl nodded weakly.

"Good!" the hostess continued. "Now, let's all count down to 0! Ready?"

The audience was crazy with anticipation and lust, and the answered with a rolling thunder of applauses and whistles. Then, cadenced by the count-down on the screen, they chanted together"

"3"

"2"

"1"

"LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"